J & Bonnie converse in Doglish.
Oh, Lenten evenings without television.
Bonnie is trying to seduce me into a morning spent in bed with a book, tea, and her on this rainy February day, when my allergies (?) are beginning to make themselves known.
Wicked temptress.
In the latest Bonnie chronicles, Bonnie singed some of her fur off one night. All we can figure is, in her secret under-the-bed den, she crept too close to the baseboard heater.
Anyway, we woke up one morning last week to find her sleeping on the bed with us (unusual) and some of her fur turned brown and melted together (very unusual). She didn’t burn her skin, though, and she seems to have learned her lesson.
J played a trick on Bonnie and knocked a branch’s worth of snow on to her.
As you can see in the second picture, she quickly regained her dignity.
Hiking up to the cliffs of the Mt. Tom reservation, Bonnie and I were stopped by fellow hikers. “What does she carry in her pack?” “She carries her own water, I carry mine,” I replied.
Now that I own a border collie mix, I have come to realize that in a way, I kind of married another border collie (I am on the basset hound side myself).
While I am sitting in a classroom all weekend, they’re out adventuring. Then they come home and we’re all equally tired and we pile under the big wool blanket and watch a movie.
RIP: Pusuke, a 26-year-old mixed-breed male officially recognized by the Guinness Book of Records as the world’s oldest dog, passed away this afternoon at his home in Sakura, Japan.
According to his owner, Yumiko Shinohara, Pusuke had shown no signs of distress until this morning, when he abruptly began refusing food and developed a breathing problem.
He passed away shortly after Ms. Shinohara returned home from a stroll. “I think (Pusuke) waited for me to come home,” she is quoted as saying.
Bonnie is a mixed breed who looks more than a bit like Pusuke, so clearly she will live FOREVER.
So, this old thing.



